I've been a bastard.
I saw a man throw a handful of seeds into the mouth of the Jordan. And they grew into trees with long and silver leaves and I belong to such as these, but they floated away. Out of sight and he put down the guitar and turned his sins into song. And said, "Release to your brothers! It was me all along." And at midnight his face was still shining with thought. Though, he loved the darkness much better than the light. Oh, this is God's night. It's odd, but it's bright as black hair turns to grey and grey hair to white. With the rain on my neck and the pain in my head. She said, "So, please don't make a sound when he comes through the clouds or he won't here us singing. Though, we'll sing it loud." Voices ringing like bells as we fell from the air on our way down to hell. We're most already there. So come soft and tear down the wall we've been building. The war's going to trouble the water, children.